And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 779 | 2017-05-24 08:22:09 | 95.93 | 97% |
| 676 | 2017-05-19 18:43:19 | 89.67 | 90% |